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Lynch spoke in a labored whisper; his eyes were glazing. "Yuh thinks I'm loco. I ain't. It's gospel truth. Yuh find Quinlan, the the witness. No, Quinlan's dead. It's it's Kaylor. Kaylor got got What was I sayin'." He plucked feebly at his chap-belt. "I know. Kaylor got a clean thousand for for swearin' the signature was Stratton's. Yuh find Kaylor. Hardenberg ... thumbscrew ... the truth...."

Perhaps I shall understand better, if you go on. What happened after they left?" "Why, we just went back ter bed, an' 'long 'bout daylight, I reckon, sum fellars cum ashore off a steamboat, an' done broke inter de house; muster bin a dozen, er mor', white men, a cussin' an' swearin', an' sayin' dey wus a huntin' dem thar Beaucaire niggers. We never done heerd 'em till dey bust in de dore.

I don't want, you see, to spend the rest o' my appointed time in this yere vale o' tears a-dodgin' o' Peg-leg Smith, an' in the end, after all, to git between the wind and a forty-eight caliber do-good, sure not. So I puts up a deal. Says I: 'Peg-leg, I'll make a bargint along o' you. You lays it out as how you ain't never converted nobody out o' his swearin' habits.

Well, as I was sayin', we shtuck there breathin' in each other's faces and swearin' powerful; Orth'ris cursin' the mother that bore him bekaze he was not three inches taller. "Prisintly he sez: 'Duck, ye lump, an' I can get at a man over your shouldher!

"Then," replied the captain, "you must learn to bu'st without swearin', 'cause I don't allow it aboard my ship."

I've writ to Johnny and Ed at Denver to come on. Don't give this away. Make tracks. Come in to Buck Canon in the Whetstones and oblige. Yours truly, Henry Smith Somebody showed me a handful of white rock with yeller streaks in it. His eyes was bulgin' until you could have hung your hat on them. That O'Toole party was walkin' around, wettin' his lips with his tongue and swearin' soft.

Lake be?" inquired the stranger, pleasantly. "She keeps the Blue Dragon, but I couldn't say as it's exactly quiet of a Saturday night. She don't allow no swearin' on her premises, but some of the fellers gets a bit rowdy before they go home." "Very possibly," replied his companion, dryly.

Ole Nixon has been cavoortin' round yer the last two days, swearin' to kill you on sight for runnin' off with his darter. Sabe? Now, let me ax ye two questions. FIRST, Are you heeled?" Ruth responded to this dialectical inquiry affirmatively by putting his hand on his revolver. "Good! Now, SECOND, Have you got the gal along here with you?" "No," responded Ruth in a hollow voice.

"Ef thar 's melon an' ginger persarves settin' by yer plate, d'ye ask them two old women, in some kind of genteel s'ciety ructions sort o' a way, ter go outer the room an' git ye somethin', an' soon 's they've gone d'ye jump up an' thring a shawl over that darn' parrot o' theirn 't stands there noticin' 'an' swearin', an' chuck 'em in over behind the wood-box or somewhar's, but don't eat 'em."

Ef I couldn't do dat an' she in 'er grave an' me a cook I wouldn't count myse'f much. An' den, time I outstrips her an' git him over, heart an' soul, I'll know it by de signs." "Why will you know it more than you know it now? He can but swear it to you." "Oh no, missy. When de rock bottom of a man's heart warms to a 'oman, he eases off f'om swearin' 'bout it.